Phoneix's one-shots(transformers)

Phoneix Goes to College

"I feel like I'm in high school again," I mumble under my breath, with my microphone in my ear still on.

"You never finished high school, Phoneix." Lennox chuckles on the other side.

"Hey, I'm the smartest one on base,"

I walk down the corridor with a textbook in my hand. I'm taking pre-calculus, having been convinced to do so by the soldiers at Nest. I like numbers but I suck at math. I'm a walking contradiction.

I'm 24 years old, and I'm in the military fighting with alien robots. You wouldn't think I would need to go to college after that. I don't need a degree to kick a robots butt. But everyone has convinced me I need one anyway just in case, and the military pays for it all. Though I had to go "school clothes shopping" because I can't wear my uniform everywhere. Well, I can, but then I would have to constantly shake hands and explain my life story to everyone.

I'm wearing skinny jeans for the first time in 10 years. They stick to my skin and it makes me uncomfortable. The baggy "Army" t-shirt I'm wearing helps make me feel better.

I take a seat in the classroom and open my notebook. Lennox lent me his mechanical pencil since I need to stop by the bookstore and pick up some.

Students flood into the room one by one. All of the different ages as well, but most of them seem to be right out of high school. I rub my forehead, feeling the wrinkles that have gathered over time. If I end up talking to anyone, I don't know what I am going to talk about. My life is crazy, and I've sworn to keep Nest a secret.

"Call out 'here' when I call your name," my professor walks into the room with a textbook and a few notebooks. "Jeremy, Brittany, Brian, Conner, Sandra..."

Jeremy is an interesting name. I don't think I've ever known a Jeremy.

"Phoneix."

"Here." I smile.

As the class goes on, I stare at the whiteboard and try to follow along. Apparently, if you find the conjugate of an undefined fraction you can make it un- undefined.

How is that possible.

I stroll back to the base with my eyes wide. I road my motorcycle back.

I jump up the staircase and drop my bag on the couch, pulling Lennox's pencil out of the bag and handing it to him. "Lennox, my brain hurts. College is stupid; I can't do this."

I sigh loudly and fall onto the chair dramatically. Optimus walks up.

"How was your first day of college, Phoneix?" The big bot asks.

"It sucked." I pull out my notebook and open it to my homework question. "Do you know how to do this?"

"Cybertronians have the intellect of your entire species combined. Your insignificant IQ rating system couldn't compare to our-" Ratchet paused his stupid speech when he glanced at my paper.

He scoffs and walks off.

Optimus lifts a digit but keeps his voice silent; he then walks off.

"Woah-- even the genius robots don't know how to do calculus!" Bob jokes, throwing up his arms.

"Well if the genius can't help me, then I guess no one can!" I shout.

Steffany makes her way up the stairs with a smirk on her face. "I can help you. I was rated top in my class in Pre-calculus. Which is harder than real calculus if you believe it."

"I believe it," Lennox adds.

"I think I would rather fail." I cross my arms and huff.

"Don't be ridiculous. You need a college degree." The long-haired, freckled girl sits next to me.

"I already have a career. Haven't I been doing this long enough to prove it?"

"What if you change your mind one day?"

"What if I don't?"

"What if the cybertronians end up leaving and Nest is no longer needed? You'll be without a job. You could always just go for a degree in cybersecurity; it's a very needed job at the moment."

Man, she had to get deep, didn't she?

But she probably does have a point. There is a possibility of them returning to their home planet and bringing it back to light, but I don't think it's going to happen too soon. Optimus confided me his worries about staying on Earth too long.

I mean, I can't really imagine a world without these aliens in my life, honestly.

The next day...

I finish another day in class and walk out the door, many other students following behind. College still feels stupid but maybe Steffany is right. At least I know a lot about cybersecurity already, which means my school life will be a breeze.

Why in the world do I have to take sociology for a degree in cybersecurity????